Sophia breaths for the first time… 
She sees, she feels - her creed, her belief 

Heaven and [bad word] married in her breast 
No one before her - No one after her 
No one carries her steps above the heavens 
Sophia falls… 

smile on her lips - She sees all clear for the first time in life 
Her pride, her care - Virtues forgotten in the age of the Feeble One 
I see the wings of her blind eagle flying high above the skies 
I see her deaf snake crawling in the deepest depth of the earth 
Sophia’s fall 

Entangled in memories her chant remains unsung 
No ear is born to hear such kind of golden ambrosia 
The priest of Gomorrah blessed the sinner of a burning Sodom 
In the night when Sophia was damned by the same hand 

Blood falls down 
She falls down 
She opens her arms - Her [bad word] is burning deep inside her eyes 
She feels no fear - She’s blinded by the light of an [bad word] next to her 

If you could only see the gate she’s opened in front of this pale night 
If you could only see [bad word] for the first time flying high 
Bride of your fate, searching for flesh 
Someone holds the key, someone never rests 
The drape of finiteness caught the morrow’s end 
In front of naked Sophia even history finds its end 

All the colours of transparency - could pure spirit be dressed in flesh? 
All the colours of emptiness - could pure spirit be less than mad? 
All the colours of transparency - could pure spirit be dressed in flesh? 
All the colours of emptiness - could pure spirit be less than mud?